The Mimic
The jungle stretched out in every direction. A sea of greens, reds, and blues, the mountains and valleys serving as waves. Even a creature with wings could very easily become lost inside its hot, humid body, never to be found. It was a sobering...
[Commission] Adventuring sucks; or the pitfalls of vagabond life
Same went for chest mimics. they looked like ordinary chests, but if they hid amongst dozens of chest than that lowered the chances of the mimic being opened. so they would just plop themselves in an empty room.